A/N: I'm gonna be honest with you guys and say this chapter was rewritten SO many times and I still don't like the result, but I didn't want you all to be kept waiting any longer... Be aware it is messy, timeline is all over the place and I can only say the chapter ends one month before Bulma's birthday where Beerus shows up and stuff so yeah... I'm sorry it took me so long, things got a little hectic.

Anyways, I hope you guys are safe and doing okay from this whole virus. Please stay home if you're not forced to work, keep healthy and such. Anyone play Animal Crossing? That's what I've been doing... lol. Thank you again for all the support n stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or its characters. I only own my OCs.

He had remembered the day he had officially met her.

A smart-mouthed, angry and stuck-up little monkey princess who deemed those who weren't her father beneath her.

He was already dead before he could officially meet her when they arrived on Earth, along with the two other brutes. It wasn't until they were all wished back on Earth from Namek was when Gohan decided to introduce the little girl who would only scoff in his direction.

He had to admit, he wouldn't have thought she was Vegeta's daughter if it hadn't been for the same frowning face he seemed to sport every minute of his life. Not to mentioned the hairline… it wasn't as worse off as his, only due to the fact it was more heart shaped than his own.

"Mister Piccolo, this is Nachi! She's my new friend!" An innocent, 5 year old Gohan grinned at the Namekian before he turned towards the girl who only glared in the boy's direction.

"And who said I was your friend, half-breed?!" She growled, before turning her glare towards the green man. "I don't see what is so important about you. You're just like the rest of these Nameks surrounding us."

Yeah, needless to say, he didn't have a good impression of her. He could only fault her attitude towards her father.

As the years passed by, the girl had seemed to settle down more. Let go of that anger she constantly held onto to and let people grow close to her. Not a lot, but enough for his former pupil to be let in.

As children, he had seen the two almost attached the hip, especially when he heard from Gohan that the girl's father left for some time. It seemed like that anger had grown back because of Vegeta's departure. He later learned it was the added fact that Bulma was pregnant, which was inevitable from Trunks's visit from the future.

Throughout the whole time, Gohan had used all his effort into comforting the girl at her time of vulnerability. She surprisingly let him in, and soaked up the comfort like a sponge. This girl really only depended on her father, what with no mother figure, and it was time to find another outlet of comfort… of trust. She found that in Gohan.

Piccolo remembered the time the two were out in the forest, exploring the area. It was after the events of the Cell Games, two years after. He had been in their vicinity, meditating on a high cliff for the tranquility of the waterfalls rushing down, the wind blowing into the grass blades. He heard two sets of feet wandering around, and he only opened one eye to see Gohan leading the girl through with a hand clasped around her wrist. She was staring at the back of his head, wariness present in her gaze.

"Gohan, what are you showing me? I don't like this place. It's too quiet…"

"I promise you, Nach'. It'll all be worth it!"

Silently, Piccolo had watched them until they disappeared from his sight.

He sighed to himself, pondering the options he had.

He could follow them and make sure they were safe. Not that he cared… much. Or, he could continue as if he hadn't seen them and meditate just as he had been.

He closed his eyes, in effort to regain his previous state of relaxation.

In and out…

In and out…

In and…

"I found it! Come on, we're almost there!"

Piccolo growled to himself, swiftly standing from his crossed legs position. No use in trying to pretend he isn't curious now.

He knew he should've stayed at the Lookout the day, but he didn't listen to his instinct for once.

Silently flying above the trees, he spotted the two near a cliff, looking down at a huddle of baby dinosaurs below. He didn't know what species they were, nor did he care, but Gohan seemed excited in showing the girl.

With his sensitive hearing, he was able to hear their conversation.

"Look. Aren't they great?"

"You brought me here to show me giant reptiles?" The girl deadpanned. A smirk curled her lips. "Or have you brought me here for lunch?"

The boy casted his friend a horrified look. "They're not for eating, Nachi!"

"Then what was the point of this?" She had grumbled.

"See how cute they are?" The boy forgot his earlier horror and pointed down to the pit, where one of the dinosaurs had yawned before resting into place. "You can't tell me that sight doesn't make your heart melt."

"Tch, I don't fall for displays as such."

"Don't you watch soap operas all the time—"

"—That is a different matter, half-breed!" She had growled out, which caught the attention of the dinosaurs resting below. Upon seeing the friendly face of Gohan, they yelped and roared in delight as they beckoned him to their area.

"C'mon, they want to play with us!"

"They want to play with you," She had muttered, sitting at the edge of the cliff with her legs dangling. "I'm much more content up here, thank you very much—"

She couldn't finish her sentence when a large tail had wrapped around her torso, bringing her down to the hoard as she screeched in surprise.

"A-Ah, Nachi!"

"Let me go, you glorified house pet!"

Piccolo watched as one of the dinosaurs brought the Saiyaness into his large front legs, placing her into the crevice of his arms before using her as its personal sleep toy. The girl tried with all her might to struggle out of there, but the weight of the dinosaur seemed to be holding her back, or she just didn't want to actually hurt the creature.

Gohan had eventually floated down, greeting each dinosaur with a smile and pat on the head before he wandered over to where Nachi was. Sitting on his knees next to her, he gave her a small smirk before asking, "Having fun in there?"

"Shut it, mutt," she muttered before shifting into more comfortable position. "The creature's lucky I don't make minced meat out of it."

As if knowing they were talking about said creature, the dinosaur huffed angrily before settling again.

"… I suppose I see what you find so cute in these creatures."

Piccolo watched from his distance as the teens spent their time with each dinosaur, and it wasn't until the sun was lowering that their parents eventually came back, providing food for their children. Gohan waved an enthusiastic hand as they all chirped back at him while Nachi turned her back towards them, waving once over her shoulder before the teens started their journey over to their respective homes.

"You had fun, right, Nach'?"

"Eh, I guess."

"Oh come on, I totally saw you smile at that one dinosaur who wouldn't let you out of its sight!"

"Perhaps he was planning to make a meal out of me as well."

"… it was an herbivore."

"Don't read too much into it, Gohan," she had muttered before glancing at him from her peripheral. He looked carefree, arms locked behind his head as he smiled at nothing in particular; just from the day's events. Nachi's own eyes softened before a huff came from her, small smile forming on her face.

It seems like those two are getting closer, Piccolo thought to himself, watching as Gohan fought for taking Nachi's hand again while she vehemently refused. He smirked to himself before closing his eyes.

I wonder… for their future.

Now, as he watches a disheveled Gohan pacing back and forth in front of him, muttering to himself as he tugs his hair, Piccolo can't help but roll his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm sure whatever you have prepared for her will be fine," drawled the Namekian, making Gohan stop in his tracks.

"But what if she hates it?!" Gohan whined out, stopping directly in front of Piccolo's line of sight. He pulled out the small object he had been toying with from his pocket, presenting it to the green man and staring at it as if it held the promise to his future.

Which, in reality, it did. Held between his thumb and forefinger, was a ring. Surrounded by two diamonds was a red ruby; the band itself a 14k white gold. According to Gohan (and whatever salesman convinced him to pick the ring), the gemstones represent the past, present and future of ones relationship. It made sense, considering what they went through over the years.

"What makes you think she'll hate it?" Piccolo was not one to come to for relationship woes. He's never been in one nor did he feel the need to be in one. He squirmed uncomfortably at the shining of the boy's eyes. "Nachi… loves you, s-so I'm sure that if you'd even given her a candy ring she'd accept your… proposal."

Yes, the eldest Son boy was planning on proposing to her. It was inevitable, and early in their relationship of six months, but all was leading up to this point. Gohan was fully ready to be committed to her, not that he wasn't already, and start a family. He wasn't sure of the Saiyan customs when it comes to marriage and such, but if they didn't have one, then he was following through the Earthling way.

Gohan sighed, taking a seat next to the meditating, or non-meditating at this point, man. He put a hand to the back of his neck. "I'm sorry if I'm… being too much in any way. I just want this to go well. I can't see my life without her," he looked down to the ground with a smile.

"Aren't you two… what was it, mated? I thought you two would be stuck together anyways."

"Well yeah! But you get what I mean," the boy stated with a childish grin. He stared at the clouds surrounding them. The view on the Lookout never failed to amaze him. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her. To wake up every morning by her side, for her to have my family name, children… Oh! Piccolo, can you imagine our children?!" He turned to the quiet Namekian beside him with an excited gleam in his eye. "Just picture it! A little boy with her eyes, or even a little girl who looks like me. How many will we have? The endless possibilities!" He tittered to himself.

Piccolo watched from the corner of his eye, a soft but small smile crept on his lips. With the imagery given from Gohan, he tried to picture what a future child of theirs would look like. Memories of a crying and snotty brat came to his mind, having just lost his father and awaiting for his return. This child wouldn't have the same trauma their parents had already gone through. They'll be able to live a normal life, without worrying of whatever enemy is lurking from behind.

And even if there was one… that child will have a strong family to protect them. Two powerful parents, two even more powerful grandfathers. A wholesome Namekian grandfather—

Piccolo stared wide-eyed into space. Where had that thought come from?

Tch. No matter… As he looked from his peripheral, watching Gohan list the probably hundredth possibility of what his and Nachi's children could look like, he couldn't help but think.

'I can't wait either, Gohan. You'll make a great husband and future father.'

…

Piccolo watched from his spot up against a tree; his sensitive ears fixed on every word.

The others have surrounded themselves to watch this moment. It had taken weeks of preparation, which was a bit dramatic in his opinion, but it led up to this final moment.

Gohan had taken Nachi out for a usual date, casual as they called it. She wasn't much for romantic gestures, despite Bulma and Chichi insisting that he should do something grand for her. Tempting as it was, Gohan knew his girl and didn't want her to feel confused or uncomfortable with anything, so he kept it simple.

He took her to her favorite cat-themed café where they had her favorite dessert. It was during lunch time, so they ate their hefty amount before Gohan brought her to grassy plain, filled with all kinds of flowers surrounding the area. She had questioned his motives, but he only gave her a bright smile and said he wanted to take a walk down memory lane.

It was the meeting spot of when she had met the young boy, just arriving on Earth with her father and the late Nappa. It wasn't by any means the best meeting, but they couldn't help but be grateful for the fated meeting.

And now, here they all were, far away enough to be out of earshot and vision, but Piccolo could hear the words exchanged.

"You know… I brought you out here for a reason," Gohan murmured, grabbing the girl's hands to stand.

"Eh? Didn't you say it was to walk down memory lane?" She asked, confusion evident in her tone.

"Well, yes…" He let go of her hands, heaving a sigh before slowly dropping onto one knee. Nachi tilted her head at the gesture. He grabbed her left hand, bringing her palm downward and planting a kiss to her knuckles before looking into her eyes. "But I also have a very important question to ask."

The others had seen Gohan's movements, tense with anticipation as Piccolo watches with sharp eyes.

As he hears the words exchanged, with Gohan reminiscing of their past together, Piccolo sees him pull out a small, red box from his pocket. He couldn't see the other girl's reaction from his point of view, but he saw how her free hand had gone to her face.

And as he watches Gohan mouth the words, 'Will you marry me?', a single nod before a series of nods comes from the girl as Gohan gives her the brightest smile. And with no further hesitation, he slips the ring onto her finger on her left hand, and Gohan swiftly stands to pull her into his arms. Piccolo had to turn away from the public display of affection that came right after, as he stated, "She said yes," to the audience.

Various sounds of cheers came from them as the women run down there first, startling the newly engaged couple as they surrounded Nachi for the new jewelry on her hand. The men go around Gohan, congratulating him. A reluctant Vegeta studied his daughter's expression before grunting and turning away from the festivities. He had no say in the matter, but as long as she was happy, then so be it. Gohan already proved to be a worthy mate for her, it was only a matter of time before marriage would come.

Gohan looked around, in search of someone in particular before he spotted the Namekian up on the tree, arms crossed with a peaceful expression on his face. Said man peeked an eye open, before sending the teen a smirk his way along with a thumbs up.

Gohan beamed.

The day the wedding came, emotions were high up in the air.

What with the women running around like headless chickens, aside from the bride herself, to make sure everything was perfect while the men gathered around the gravity training room, as per Bulma's request. The wedding was being held outside her backyard, with only known family and friends invited at the couple's insistence.

Afterwards, they would go on their honeymoon. Many pitched ideas were thrown in and it seemed like they went with Krillin's idea of flying all across the globe, literally, and exploring the various countries this planet had to offer. They would leave after the reception was over.

Piccolo was thankfully spared from wearing a monkey suit, but the others weren't as fortunate. Goku was curiously poking at the bowtie around his neck, Vegeta growling about the itchy material while Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha were casually having a conversation in one corner of the room. Roshi and Oolong were chattering to themselves as well. Sencha, Videl's fiancé, was not in the same room as them as he was with Gohan as his best man.

"Hey Vegeta!" Goku called out, a goofy grin on his features as he pulled said man around the neck with his arm. "Now that our kids are getting hitched, that means we'll be like brothers! Isn't that great?!"

This grabbed the others' attention as Krillin chuckled. "Huh, that would make you guys in-laws. So brothers isn't a far off term," he commented.

Vegeta paled at the realization before swiftly punching the man off him who yelped. "WE ARE NOT BROTHERS, CLOWN! DO NOT CONFUSE THE SITUATION!" He barked at Goku, who was looking up at him from his position on the ground with that same goofy grin.

"Speaking of brothers… isn't your brother coming for the wedding, Vegeta?" Yamcha asked, curious.

It was true. The others had found out that Vegeta had a younger brother, who had been living on a different planet, just a month ago. It was baffling to mostly everyone that Vegeta had one to begin with considering the Saiyans were a rare breed. He had brought a little trouble with him, unfortunately, but nothing the two spawns of Goku and Vegeta couldn't handle. Then peace was restored once more.

It was when the man was about to take his leave, with his wife, once more that Nachi had stepped up to him and asked if he would attend her wedding. Shocked that he was even approached after that disaster, he stuttered out his agreement. She had bowed to him and his wife, stating she will see them there.

"For my daughter's sake, he better," Vegeta grumbled, leaning against the wall. "I hope this event is over quick. Hate this damn suit."

"Is it really the suit you're mad about, or the fact that Nachi is marrying Gohan and following through with it?" Krillin asked slyly.

Goku voiced his protest, "Hey! Gohan will treat her right!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes, turning away from the crown and brooding.

Piccolo only smirked at the teasing before his ears picked up on a clacking of footsteps approaching them, and the door hissed as it revealed Bulma, wearing a fitted red dress that went past her knees, a pearl necklace and white cardigan over. She had a bright smile on her features, and even looked a little misty eyed as her eyes watered over. "It's time."

…

"… do you, Son Gohan, take Nachi Breigh, as your wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." A sniffle was heard.

"Do you, Nachi Breigh, take Son Gohan, as your husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and woe, to honor and obey—growl—I mean… for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?"

"… I do." A relieved sigh.

"If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace."

"… I—"

"DADDY!"

A grumble. "Fine, fine."

"Then by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce Mr. and Mrs. Son! You may kiss the bride—oh, you're already kissing."

Various cheers and claps come from the audience as Gohan had gracefully taken his wife into his arms, ripping the veil off as he planted a searing kiss onto her lips. Piccolo could catch a tear in the girl's eye before the couple pulled up for air and a sharp-toothed, full-blown smile was bestowed on her features.

Festivities were running now that the main event was over with. The Saiyans were the first ones to be near the food, though Gohan and Nachi had more social grace in eating their food for appearances while Vegeta and Goku did not care. The cliché 'toss the bouquet' miraculously fit into the schedule, considering most women attending were already married.

It landed Bulma's arms, as she stared wide-eyed down at the setting of flowers while Yamcha coughed and looked the other way. No one missed the tiny interaction but decided not to comment on it.

And after hours, the aura died down and it was time for Nachi and Gohan to take their leave. They had already changed out of their wedding garb into casual clothing, with only a backpack each to travel with them considering Bulma gave them each a watch to switch between outfits for certain weather. They were Saiyans, and the weather didn't bother them but it was appreciated nonetheless.

Gohan was busy talking his mom down that he would be home soon, while Nachi busied with teasing her brother not to miss her too much. They would be gone for a month, and it was the longest Trunks had not seen his sister. He tried to act tough and not care, but Nachi can easily see through his act and brought him in for a hug, which he responded to quickly. Goten was yammering on excitedly to bring back gifts from each place they visit, and Gohan promised he would.

While his parents busied themselves, Gohan approached Piccolo, the elation still clear in his eyes. "I still can't believe this is all really happening. Being married to the love of my life, about to travel the world with her… it all seems surreal," he breathed out.

Piccolo snorted. "It's as real as it can get, kid."

"Yeah…" He mumbled, staring off to the side. The Namekian followed his sight and of course, they were trained on Nachi. She was bidding her uncle Tarble and his wife, Gire, a goodbye before the couple returned to their home planet. The soft look in her eyes was clearly stealing Gohan's attention, and he spoke without moving his attention away. "I just… really love her, you know?"

Piccolo can't say he does, but he nods nonetheless to appease him.

It was then Nachi caught his eye, and she gave him a soft, small smile before turning her attention back to her chattering uncle.

The atmosphere was a little suffocating to the Namekian, but he couldn't help but feel happy for his pupil on the inside. He was finally getting his desired happiness after so long.

"Have fun on your travels," he said, patting Gohan on the shoulder who in turn nodded determinedly.

"Yeah! And maybe we can make you and dad a grandfather when he get back!"

"Don't get too far ahead of yourself, brat!" A shout from behind resonated.

I hate it here, Vegeta grumbled into his mind.

The man was stressed to the max and today was no better.

The source of his problems laid in the hospital bed, grunting with effort through another contraction as she gritted her teeth from screaming out.

"Yes, that's it," the midwife cooed as she soothingly ran a hand down his daughter's back, a firmer hand on the lower part. "You're doing great, Mrs. Son. Expect these contractions to be much more intense as you get closer to 10 centimeters dilated."

Yes, his daughter was giving birth today… two days late, as it is.

It was a sunny day in July. Just a month ago, they had celebrated Gohan's 21st birthday, and now here they are, about to welcome someone new into the world on the 18th.

Things were a little hectic after the wedding and honeymoon. While the couple were gone, Bulma and Yamcha seemed to have rekindled their relationship after wedding jitters. Vegeta still stayed at Capsule Corps, though he saw Yamcha's bare ass in the kitchen in the middle of the night more times than he'd liked.

Videl and Sencha had decided to get married back in September, once the couple was back from their travels to share the ceremony with their closest friends. It was a smaller ceremony than that of Gohan and Nachi's, one where Hercule hysterically bawled at while VIdel rolled her eyes at her father.

Bulma had decided to gift the newlyweds a large home stationed near her own house as a wedding present. Gohan had protested at first from the unnecessarily large house while Nachi had shrugged and stated, 'more room for our cubs.' They thanked the blue-haired woman greatly for the generous present.

It was then that they decided to host Thanksgiving in their new home as both for the festivity and a house-warming situation. It was also that same day where Nachi discovered she was pregnant from instantly running towards the sink to throw up whatever she did eat from the sight of the meat that Bulma and Chichi cooked.

She should've felt their presence sooner, considering she knew her body, but with the holidays around, she wasn't paying enough attention.

And now, nine months later, here they were in C.C.'s medical ward. A general hospital would have been too suspicious considering this child would probably be born with a tail and didn't want to scare off any doctor. The midwife was Bulma's midwife from when she had Trunks and was to be trusted.

Currently, Nachi was chewing on some ice as she waddled around the room, with Gohan right behind incase she needed help. He ignored the annoyed glare she sent him.

Vegeta was tucked into the corner of the room, eyes closed and arms crossed as he stayed relaxed. This wasn't his first rodeo dealing with a pregnant Saiyan woman, and it was amusing to see and hear how the half-breed dealt with keeping up with his wife's hormones.

"If you touch me one more time, I swear I'll bite your hands off, Son Gohan!"

He was taking the whole thing in stride, fortunately. "Just making sure you're okay, dear."

"I'm perfectly fine—ugh! I've literally met death and this has to be the worst pain ever," the girl grunted, holding onto Gohan's arms (reluctantly) as she breathed through another contraction. "These are coming in much quicker. How much was that one, daddy?"

"2 minutes and 3 seconds," he drawled out as he rose from his seat. "I'll get the midwife. It may be time."

With that being said, Vegeta marched out the room to find the woman. Once he explained how short Nachi's contractions were coming in, she speed-walked over to the room while he turned the other way to find the others in the waiting room, anxiously waiting on the news. The room consisted of the Satan-Rivers, Bulma and Chichi, the two kids and of course, Goku and Piccolo. The humans perked up when he appeared at the doorway, and Videl demanded, "Is the baby here yet?!"

Vegeta snorted. "Not exactly. I have a feeling they'll be here soon, however."

Chichi squealed. "Ooh, I can't wait to find out whether I'm having a grandson or granddaughter!"

"Does that mean the baby will be a full Saiyan since Nachi is full-blooded and Gohan is half?" Bulma asked curiously.

"I would think for the most part the child will harbor more Saiyan characteristics than human," Vegeta answered.

Piccolo muttered, "Dende help us all if they turn out anything like a feral Saiyan."

"I just can't wait to teach the little guy how to fish!" Goku beamed.

His wife smiled. "You think it's a boy?"

He shrugged. "I don't really care what the baby is, as long as I teach them how to fish!"

The room chuckled before the midwife came to Vegeta, tittering, "She's crowning! I would be there soon if you don't want to miss the birth of your grandchild!"

The waiting room tensed again as Vegeta heaved a sigh, squaring his shoulders. "Let's get this over with."

…

"Push, push, push…" The doctor instructed as Nachi lowered her head, grunting and exhaling harshly from the intense pain and pressure below her abdomen. Gohan was sitting behind her, a hand on her lower back, rubbing soothingly as he pressed light kisses to her temple, muttering praises in her ear. Vegeta was by her head, intensely focused on the doctor should he mess anything up. The doctor was aware of his stare, sweating a bit but decidedly ignored it.

"You're doing great, Mrs. Son," the doctor claimed, pressing two fingers in. "I can already feel the head close, so on your next contraction, push with all your might, okay?"

"That's what I've been doing," she snarled. Gohan pressed a kiss to her sweaty and red cheek. She groaned when she felt the rippling pain once more, and gritted her teeth as she pushed through another contraction.

"Come on, Nachi, we're almost there. We get to see our baby soon," Gohan whispered in her ear, pressing a thumb to her lower back when she cried out in pain. "You're doing such a good job, sweetheart."

Vegeta took his attention off the doctor to look at his daughter, and he gruffed out, "Saiyan women gave birth in the battlefield. If they can do it, so can you!"

Though not the exact encouragement that was necessary, it seemed to work as Nachi pushed with a little more effort as the doctor instructed, and not long, the doctor exclaimed, "I see the head! Mrs. Son, give us one more push!"

Gohan instantly raised his vision to her lower half, and he watched with wide-eyes in awe as Nachi cried out once more as the rest of the body was out, and clearing the airways, the baby let out a piercing cry.

"Congratulations, it's a boy!"

The doctor placed the cub on her chest, letting the mother have skin to skin contact as he wriggled around with small cries. Nachi instantly ran her fingers on his cheek and his hair, whispering, "I have… a cub of my own now…"

Within the next few minutes, the cord was cut and the after-birth was out, it wasn't long before the baby was cleaned off, tail and all. He was wrapped around a blanket and a red cap was placed on his head before he was placed in Nachi's awaiting arms.

The two men looked down, already finding the similarities after not being covered in blood. He was pale, much like Gohan's skin tone. A full head of hair was attached, dark in color just like the tail tucked into his blanket. It seemed like he favored his father in looks, aside from the sharp nose of his mother's, but as the baby yawned and slowly opened his eyes, he was blessed with his mother's eye color.

Vegeta couldn't help but feel pride in his chest. Not only was he now a grandfather, but a new member of the Saiyan race was added!

As the night goes on, with Nachi finally resting from exhaustion and Gohan sleeping on the seat beside her, Vegeta holds his grandson to him as he stares out the window from the upper levels of the ward. The baby was cooing, looking up at him with large, fuchsia eyes that sparkled with curiosity.

Vegeta ran his bare hand across his cheek, where the cub snuggled into unconsciously. His tail was out of the blanket's hold and waved freely.

"Go to sleep," he grunted to the baby, Cavo, while said boy was stubborn in fighting off the exhaustion in his own eyes.

Vegeta used his free hand to run his fingers through the babe's tail, and as predicted, Cavo was slowly falling into slumber from the soothing sensation before he was snoozing away.

A faint, genuine smile ghosted his features as he whispered to the resting cub, "Hope you're ready for this catastrophic family with years to come… Cavo."